Lil Baby - Humble lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Baby - Humble lyrics]

Day after day
Seems like I push against the clouds
(Section 8 just straight
Cooked this motherfucker up)
They just keep blocking out the sun
It seems since I was born
I've wakened every blessed morning
I been thinkin' to myself lately
Wonderin' did she mean it when she
Say she hate me?
Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say
She wished she didn't keep the baby?
(Down on my luck and up against the wind)

Told Solid to speed it up
You ain't driving Miss Daisy
Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah
You driving Lil Baby
Hit from the back and grab her neck
It be drivin' her crazy
Ain't work no job since we met
I'm the reason she lazy
I got some checks that I ain't touch
They for Loyal and Jason
Really wanna have a daughter just
So I can spoil her
Maybe look at women different
Father God, forgive me
I'ma been sinning for a minute
We bought sticks when it was tension
Fuck that bitch, she want attention
She get famous if I mention
I ain't gon' say her name at all
I was just sittin' in prison
Damn near livin' like a dog
I remember that shit vividly
I do this shit for y'all
I'm not lookin' for no sympathy
Won't cry about no loss
I got demons all on my back and arms
I'm tryna shake 'em off
I can't never fuck with lil' Mill again
He tried to take me off
I can't lie, you was my
Dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart
Can't no nigga say I did somethin' flawed
Been solid from the start
Every situation ever happened
Baby played his part
I ain't never did shit to brag about it
I do that shit with honors
In my bag, but I been layin' back
I'm turnin' up this summer
Guess you mad 'cause I've been havin'
Tellin' hoes I was a runner
If I was, I was the
Richest runner in Georgia, on my mama
And I ain't never been no
Worker, had my own number, ask bruh
Seven summers straight we went crazy
Called it good luck

I been keepin' my distance
I switched up my number
I done made all these millions
I'm keepin' my hunger
All this food in a big house
My stomach still rumble
Got the ball, I won't fumble
I just touch down, stay humble
I been keepin' my distance
I switched up my number
I done made all these millions
I'm keepin' my hunger
All this food in a big house
My stomach still rumble
Got the ball, I won't fumble
I just touch down, stay humble, yeah

Thinkin' 'bout that shit you said
I can't get it out my head
I know that my heart is black
So all my cars' insides is red
I don't wanna argue with no one
Let's get this guap instead
I ain't tryna beef with none these niggas
'cause all my opps is dead
If you ever run into police
You better not tell
Turn it up, I might as well
You know I'm so 4PF 'Fore I go
I gotta say what's up to all the bros in jail
I know that they be listenin'
I know that he'll be with me
And his lawyer cost one-sixty
I hope they un-convict him when he go back
Follow him with a low jack
Then step on him like a doormat
Doin' dirt, can't go back, my mind straight
Ain't no slackin' guns all in Renee house
You ain't from the hood if
You don't know Madison

I been keepin' my distance
I switched up my number
I done made all these millions
I'm keepin' my hunger
All this food in a big house
My stomach still rumble
Got the ball, I won't fumble
I just touch down, stay humble
I been keepin' my distance
I switched up my number
I done made all these millions
I'm keepin' my hunger
All this food in a big house
My stomach still rumble
Got the ball, I won't fumble
I just touch down, stay humble, yeah

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